Oh the places you will go.

So as I'm sitting here eating my Jimmy Johns and watching Harry Potter, I decided that it was time to give an overview of the last four years or so. So my senior year of high school was probably one of the best years of my life! Well, as far as my twenty-one, almost twenty-two years have been concerned. It taught me so much on life in general. I had the best friends ever and was just really happy to start college after the summer. But the friends I thought I would always have in high school, didn't seem to last. I can name maybe ten people that I still talk to often from high school. All the others, we just grew apart. It's sad, but sometimes that's what happens. Life happens and you have to go with it. You have to realize that God's plans are a lot more important than the ones that you think you have for yourself.  I started my freshman year of college with a roommate from high school that I didn't know much about to becoming very close with the next two years. My freshman year I met my best friends, Flora and Courtney. We became friends in totally different ways but ended up being each other backbones still to this day. My sophomore year is a bigger blur than I would like it to be. Just like in high school. It just one of those years where not a lot happened...well, as far as I can remember. I did come back with my first tattoo though (Which has started a trend because now I have eight). Probably the biggest change I've had to come to terms happened towards the end of my junior year. Last year I had a falling out with, Juanita, my best friend of eight years. There's not much that I can say about why things are the way they are, but what is meant to be will always find a way. She was and will continue to be the biggest blessing in my life. We grew up so much together and if she ever needed me, there would be no hesitation. I want to let her know that, but I'm afraid. I don't know why though. It's been almost a year since we've spoken. Fear of rejection maybe? Fear of realizing that she's been thinking the same thing but is as stubborn as me? I don't know. Maybe when I'm not afraid I'll take a chance. I have grown tremendously throughout these four years in college. I've had my share of "boy problems", but hello! I'm a girl. Name one girl who has not?! But they are pretty much the least of my concerns right now. Even though they're lovely sometimes, too much work right now. I'm also waiting, patiently (somewhat) for my Mr. Right. He will come. I know he will. I have made a lot of lifetime friends. People who I know I will keep in contact with whether it's everyday or once a month. This experience has been one that I could never regret. Now creeping to a close of my senior year, I have my senior recital coming up in April. So in about a month! I have worked SO hard to become the musician I am today. I never could have done it on my own. Not only my friends and my teachers have helped me, but the amazing support of my family, especially my parents has been my motivation all along. With them, I was able to travel to different parts of Europe TWICE and sing with some outstanding musicians. I have also decided to leave the comforts of my apartment of two years and wonderful roommates/best friends, and move back home to student teach. It just seemed overall to be the best decision for me. Having the experience of teaching in a larger district will do me some good and help me make a decision of what I want to do in grad school. I want to get a masters in performance or conducting. I want to be able to perform but teaching is my passion and what I want to do. I feel like I know what my choice will be, but having a semester to think over it while teaching will help me know for sure. Also, as much as I dread saying it, I miss home. My relationship has gotten somewhat better with my mom. I'm hoping that she'll finally see me as an adult and not her little baby anymore. My dad has come to terms much faster than my mom has, but I know it is hard for him as well. It's hard for me. The older I get, the older my parents get. The older everybody I care about gets. So being around my family longer than three months...six whole months to be exact, will, I hope bring me closer to them and ultimately build my relationship with God as well. He is the most important thing in my life and the reason I am still able to go on. I know that he knows the path to set me on and will not give me anything that I cannot handle. The storm will be rough, but the rainbow will be beautiful. I just want to graduate to prove to myself that I will be able to make a change in someones life one day. Maybe multiple lives. Just the way my teachers made a change in mine. Things could always be better. Life is never perfect. But I can truly say that I am happy and very eager to see what life has in store for me these next couple of years. 

And so it beings.

LH